Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.